i have no photos but a gazillion images in my head.

Jeff out by the car changing my casette, slapping on time-trial bars, and riding on my small 49cm frame by the La Quinta parking lot lights. Miss Mary outside by the truck unloading something heavy in the wee hours of the morning while i slowly made my way to room 326 to consume breakfast foods she'd prepared and laid out for all of us to eat by 5:30 a.m. Tyler with a purple spritzer before the hill climb spritzing whichever body part we offered to him, pinning numbers, setting up trainers, loading bikes back into the truck. Michael massaging rider's legs, running through the parking lot for spare wheels, offering race tactics, taking photos of results with his camera, cruising by in Sputnik and telling the team to bring back a dangerous break in the last lap.

you gave us the winning edge. THANK YOU.